Александр Блок. В ресторане На английском

             Alexander Blok In the restaurant
 
I will never forget , if it was, or it was not,
Such an evening: by the fire of dawn above
The pale sky is burnt and practically parted,
And at the yellow day break - bright lanterns.

By the window I set at a crowded big hall,
Somewhere bows were singing about  true love.
I sent-fetched you a black rose in a wineglass
With some golden as the heaven, ai.

You took glance. I accepted  bashfully and boldness
Arrogant gaze and bowed you back.
You accosting your mate, markedly harshly 
Remarked : “See, and this one is in love."

Now instant came sound of the strings too much  loud;
Bows sang so sensually and sharp;
But you were then with me with  all  youth disdain  only,
Hardly notable tremoring hand ...

You rushed by with the gest of  the bird, which is
frightened;
You passed by like my delicate dream …
And the perfume  exhaled, and eyelashes was blinking
And anxiety  whispered in silks.

But from the depths of the mirrors you threw me your gaze then,
And you  shouted: "Just Catch!.."throwing it.
A monisto was  jingling, the gypsy was dancing
And  she caroled   the dawn of love.

1910 y.